Letters From the House Between Still Winter #2 2015 Publication Date: 03/02/2014
It seems like I fall a lot. This is disturbing. If you spend that kind of unexpected contact with the ground, simply looking down can make you anxious. Maybe you fall down, too, but you don’t mention it? In January of 2014, I wrote in my journal that I had fallen while taking the garbage to the trash. I tripped on a brick step out by the alley, tore my pants and bruised my knees. In May of 2014 on my way out of the bank I fell because I was in a hurry to do my good deed for the day and make everyone love me and think I am indispensible. For awhile I lay on the sidewalk contemplating this do-good philosophy that was not doing me or God any good.
NOTES FROM TOAD HALL Spring #2 2014 Publication Date: 08/17/2014
We live in a climate where the seasons are sharp. There is no mistaking them. Winter freezes everything including our senses; but they waken again with the shifting south wind, in slight rises in temps, in clouds changing from steel gray to white muslin, when it is still well below freezing, we sniff the air and say, “I smell spring!”
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the brokenness of our world. "Each new resort to violence," Wendell Berry says in Our Only World, "enlarges the argument against our species, and the task of hope becomes harder." We don't often think of hope as a task, but should. And it's a vital one because life becomes impossible without hope.
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